An old man sits at a bar, drinking his whiskey. He begins to cry, and a young man comes up to ask what’s wrong.
The old man points out the window. “See that house over there? I built that house with my own two hands, inch by inch, nail by nail. But do they call me Greg the builder? No.”
The old man gestures to the bar. “And see this place? I worked here for 30 years. It was nothing before I started. But do they call me Greg the bartender? No.”
The old man shakes his head. “But you shag one goat…”